broken wings soul

Zuo let go.Oops... Aren't you resting today?where are you now "

The other party seemed to find that he didn't have a job today, so he asked directly.Since it was a rest, she didn't care where she was having fun, but Harumi didn't go out to play today.

"Ah, um...now I'm helping an acquaintance with filming work"

Harumi did not come to the photography studio building to do modeling work, but as an assistant to help Hiwazuo in the photo album shooting that he personally conducted.

Unpaid labor of course.But it was very cheap to offset the cost of living in his home.Going to bed after three meals is of course the truth, it is actually a state of including three meals and doing work.

Even without salary, Harumi was quite interested in this job.Harumi has already studied clothes, small objects and clothing collocation.Rihezuo, who likes to put a high hat on people, said that he has "taste", so Harumi helped him find small accessories that matched the shooting design concept.

Harumi told the phone that if there is anything to do on the rest day, he can just call the studio directly, and then hung up the phone.

Hurry to the photography location.Harumi was plainly dressed in plain jeans and a shirt.Looks like an assistant.It's not that he deliberately dressed up like a staff member, it's simply that he has no clothes to wear.

As the elevator ascended, Harumi thought.

The real department has already called the office, does it mean that he still needs himself.

Thinking about it for a week.At first, I was just afraid of going back, but then I slowly began to think about what Mabu really wanted to do to me.

Harumi felt a little ashamed for always relying on Mabu at every turn.If he can get rid of the reasons why he hates himself, maybe he can still accept himself as before.

Stand up for yourself.

For this goal, the moving expenses have to be saved again.There are still a few weeks until the salary is paid, and there will always be a way when the time comes.

I was always reluctant to save money before, but this time it was a little different.

It's no longer about vomiting, but because I really want to do it.

Soon the next month will be here again.As December approaches, there are more and more days when I feel a little cold during the day.

On Saturday, Harumi had a complete holiday for the first time in a long time.Without a job, Hi and Zuo also interrupted the shooting of the photobook these days and devoted themselves to other work.

Harumi was also embarrassed to relax alone in the house where the master was not present.When living in someone else's home, there are some rules to be followed.Therefore, although I used to come back in the morning when I was at home, and slept heavily during holidays, I restrained myself here and lived a normal life.Today was the same, Harumi went out in the afternoon.

Fallen leaves fluttered around my feet with a rattling sound.Harumi, who was only wearing a thin sweater, shivered from the cold wind that shook the street trees.

"It's cold

He only prepared a few pieces of clothes at a minimum, and he was a little embarrassed to ask Hiyori to borrow them, so he couldn't open his mouth.After living with him so discreetly for a while, Harumi became completely humble.However, you can't go to work with a runny nose.

Taking advantage of the holiday, Harumi took the train and bus to her parents' house.

At home, Chunsi has a lot of clothes and needs a seal.You must write an account transfer power of attorney.Harumi also doesn't want to encounter accidents like being picked up again, and is considering getting his salary by transferring money as soon as possible.

The account application seal I made in high school is shared with my parents, and it should be in the kitchen sideboard.

Get out of the car and go home.The house with the dojo inside is an old Japanese-style house, and it stands out in the residential street lined with relatively new houses.

"God... bless me not to touch him"

As soon as I saw the gray tiled roof above the house, my steps became heavy.I occasionally contact my mother, but as for my father, I basically haven't seen each other since I left home.The last time we met was more than two years ago.

Saturday afternoon.It is the time when the father guides the children to practice in the dojo.

Harumi couldn't hold his head up in front of his father.If he was lucky, he might be able to take out the things without seeing his father face to face, Harumi thought so.When I got home, I quietly walked around to the back door behind the main house.If he hadn't brought the key, and he was still a child of this family, others would definitely think it was a thief.

Harumi tightened his nerves, careful of the old creaking floorboards under his feet, and went to the second floor where his room should still be kept.The room was full of items, but it was the same as before. Harumi picked out some cold-proof clothes and stuffed them into the big cloth bag he borrowed from Hiwasa.

Pick up the big bag and go downstairs.This is good, more like a thief.Walking in the corridor as cautiously as when I came in, I suddenly felt that the surroundings were too quiet and something was wrong.

The house was eerily quiet.Although the dojo and the main room were separated, there was only a connecting corridor, but there was no sound inside.Neither the voice of the child nor the roar of the father could be heard.

Taking a peek at it tremblingly, he let out a breath.

There was no one in the dojo at all.Father seems to have gone out.There are often practice games with other dojos on Sundays, and there are many days when my father is not at home.

"What, it made me worry for nothing"

Immediately the whole body relaxes.Harumi put the big bag under his feet with a bang, and walked into the empty dojo.The cyan straw mat is still well trimmed.The afternoon sun shines in from the courtyard and glistens through the glass.

Approaching and opening the wooden framed sliding door, there was a rattling sound.Standing on the veranda, you can see the courtyard clearly.The yard doesn't seem to be the way it used to be, the leaves on the fence are a mess and weeds are everywhere.Although it didn't look like much pruning, the tree that Harumi used to hide beside the verandah was already very luxuriant.

I have been standing here, peeking at the dojo that cannot be entered.Zeng has been standing here, looking at Mabu who is practicing hard.

Harumi sat down on the porch.He hugged his knees and stared blankly at the garden.so quiet.You can even hear the swaying of leaves.

Gently close your eyes, a voice wakes up in your ears.The sound resounded throughout the dojo.The energetic voices of the children, the sound of footsteps rubbing against the straw mat... the real voice, and the side profile.

Awakened vividly.

"...Xianjie"

Soliloquy.Heart suddenly sad up.want to see him.Thoughts welled up in my heart, and the truth in Harumi's mind revived.

Suddenly, the voice of memories faded away.It felt like someone was coming from somewhere, the voice was approaching, and the reality completely dispelled Harumi's fantasies.Looking back hurriedly, several children in white judo uniforms appeared at the entrance connecting the door of the dojo.

"what"

Harumi had a "terrible" expression.

"...Harumi"

The man also saw suspicious figures in the verandah.Seeing his father's eyes widen, Harumi felt even more at a loss.No way, why did you come back so early.Isn't there a practice game?

All in all, stand up.Several children looked at Harumi with relish.The ages of the four children seem to be different, but they should all be primary school students.

"Teacher, who is this? Is it a guest?"

It was the biggest boy who asked his father.Wording is steady.Perhaps it is somewhat similar to when Mabe was a child.

My father didn't like to introduce the students of the dojo to him.A child who looks weak and may fall down at any time is not like the son of the master of the dojo, and as he grows older, a child who only looks more and more attractive and exudes charm is even less like the son of the master of the dojo.

It's better not to embarrass the old man, just withdraw as soon as possible.When Harumi was about to pass in a hurry with this filial piety in mind, his father replied bluntly.

"My son. It's my son Harumi."

Respond gently to the children.

Harumi thought that he would hide it [-]%, which was a surprise.The children were "huh" surprised, staring at Harumi intently, saying that they are not like teachers, how handsome and so on, and said a lot of things that made Harumi happy, and Harumi naturally felt good.The father starts the children with warm-ups and stretches.

"Sneaking back when no one is around, it really looks like your style of doing things."

"No, not secretly. I'll come back and get something I need"

Are you going to start teaching people again?The old man is not only long-winded, but also very fast.

No luck.It would be fine if I left immediately without dawdling.However, his father told Harumi, who regretted it, something unexpected.

"Xianjie called"

"what…"

"Run away after running away from home, I really don't know what to say about you"

It seems that my father had quite a big opinion on leaving home to live with Shinbu without telling him.

"Didn't you run away from home? I'm usually in touch with my mother..."

"He said he didn't know where you are now, and asked me, and I said I didn't know either. Where do you live now?"

"Ah... ummm, I'm staying with my friend. When did Xian, Xianjie call?"

"About a week ago"

"Mmm..."

The pitch went straight down.

I never expected that Shinbu would contact my parents' home.Are you still looking for yourself?I told him before that I would go back in a few days, but I thought he didn't take it seriously and lived a peaceful life.

"Don't keep worrying him"

There was a sigh in the father's voice.What did Shinbu say on the phone?Judging from his father's tone, he still likes Zhenbu who quit the dojo a long time ago.

Probably because he regarded him as his own son.An apprentice who has always been proud of himself.When Shinbu said he was going to quit, his father was not usually disappointed.

"You are still like this, always swinging around..."

"Anyway, I'm not as good as him. I'm really sorry for you."

Harumi turned her face away.

In the center of the dojo, children are doing calisthenics in pairs.ever